Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 1188 - 385: You Can’t Get Good Grades by Copying Answers (3)

Masked Rider ignored how Ling Mei’s head had been rubbed into a mess and turned around to go downstairs."Wait! But I still don’t know how to do these problems."

Little Ling Mei pouted at Masked Rider.

But she heard Masked Rider, already downstairs, speak hurriedly.

"You’re at the stage where you need to build your foundation. Think carefully about how the teacher explained it in class. Don’t try to take shortcuts from me!"

"Eh!!!"

Ling Mei let out a yelp of surprise.

So it could be like this?

But the smart girl quickly realized that Masked Rider was going to do something very important, so he had no time to teach her.

So, Ling Mei hurriedly ran to the second-floor railing, waving down at Masked Rider and shouting:

"Go for it, Masked Rider!"

"Hm?"

Miki looked in surprise at Masked Rider, who had come and gone, and at her daughter on the second floor.

"It’s raining outside right now. You’re going out too?"

"It’s fine."

Masked Rider patted his chest.

"Right now, I’m nothing but clear skies."

"Huh?"

Miki hadn’t figured out what he meant yet when she saw Masked Rider plunge out of Kowloon Ice Room into the pouring rain.

Under the night, bean-sized raindrops slammed into the knight’s armor like bullets, but they couldn’t douse his burning blood.

I didn’t rush in to save people because I wanted to be a hero!

I rushed into that fire because I wanted to save people!

Whether I’m admired by thousands, whether people worship me—those were never what I wanted!

Being able to help those in suffering, within the limits of my own power—that’s what I really want to do.

Sorry, Blue Eyes.

Maybe you don’t have bad intentions, maybe you truly believe that doing this will let everyone live under a clear blue sky.

But—

I’d rather that future be something humanity wins with its own strength.

One step at a time.

No matter how many hardships and dangers lie ahead, we’ll face our true future with our feet firmly on the ground!

A high score won by cheating will crumble the moment you hit a real wall.

"Watch closely, Ling Mei!"

"This is my—final transformation as a Masked Rider!"

In the heavy rain, he twisted his belt.

Even though the thing was completely useless, as a prop to satisfy a chuunibyo teen’s fantasies, it was more than enough!

Ling Mei had dashed to the door but was blocked by her mother. Still, after seeing it day in, day out, she was already used to the opening moves of these heroes who hid their real faces behind mechanical masks.

Left fist held at the waist, right hand raised high above the head drawing an arc.

"Rider! Henshin!"

As if awakened by that shout, Masked Rider’s armored Exoskeleton glowed faintly in the rain.

The red-and-green light on his belt reflected through the curtain of water into Neon.

"All right! I’m heading out!"

The knight swung onto his bike, revved the engine, shot Ling Mei a big thumbs-up, then turned, gunned it, and charged toward the battlefield. Knight and motorcycle vanished into the Rainy Night.

Ling Mei knew that when dawn came, they would definitely be back.

But unlike the innocent Ling Mei, Miki knew that these people were heading into their next battle. With that kind of resolute momentum, it was bound to be brutal.

Just as she couldn’t help worrying about them, a police car pulled up at the ice room’s door.

The cop got out and walked in; even the mother and daughter could feel his foul mood, radiating an aura of "no loitering."

Masked Rider had guessed right: it was indeed Blue Eyes who had called him out and promised him a world without crime, without anyone breaking the law or resisting arrest.

For a cop whose head was about to explode from dealing with this crap all day, that condition was incredibly tempting.

But Miki still mustered her courage and stepped forward.

"Officer, Mr. Knight... went out. It seems like he has something really troublesome to deal with. Aren’t you going to help him?"

"He... went into the city?"

"Mr. Knight just left."

Miki could see that the cop was weighed down with worries, just like when the knight had come back earlier—only one of them had figured things out, and the other hadn’t yet.

Although Miki didn’t know what they were struggling over, Masked Rider’s actions were more than enough to show what was right and what was wrong.

So she turned back to the counter, took out a black wooden gift box from underneath. The packaging was exquisite, the matte black finish giving it a steady, serious feel.

Miki set the box down in front of the cop.

The cop looked a bit surprised.

"This is...?"

"This isn’t just from me. Everyone in the community chipped in to buy this gift. It’s to thank you all for everything you’ve done for public safety lately. Without you, we wouldn’t have the life we have today."

Miki said sincerely.

"Open it and take a look, Officer."

Curious, the cop opened the wooden box, and saw a long handgun lying inside.

The whole gun could only be described as massive. A Desert Eagle placed next to it would look like a baby chick. The oversized compensator at the muzzle screamed brutal firepower.

Etched on the slide was its name:

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Hundred-round magazine, electromagnetic drive.

"We didn’t know what to get you, so we asked Miss Steamed Bun. She said you’d definitely like this, because behind this gun is a perfectly fair and just super cop. There’s no one it suits better than you."

Super cop...

The cop picked up the handgun; the hefty weight let him feel its burden.

At first it felt a bit unfamiliar, but after Miki mentioned the gun’s origin, he remembered.

Isn’t this modeled after Murphy the RoboCop’s modified 93R from RoboCop?

Though only the exterior looked the same—the internals had to be totally different.

"Hoo..."

The cop held the gun, reluctant to put it down.

"Thanks."

Miki shook her head, then said:

"Night City used to have a lot of cops with a sense of justice, but almost none of them met a good end. They either went with the flow and got dirty, or died in the street. I don’t know what it is you and Mr. Knight are facing, but I believe in you, Officer."

"No matter what you ultimately choose, this gun we’re giving you will always stay by your side."

The cop fell even more silent. He looked at the gun in his hand; this weight wasn’t just the gun itself—it was the weight called responsibility.

"Got it."

With that, he tucked the pistol into his waistband, turned, and rushed out of the shop.